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[Tigress M]

@Sabrenee - Wonderfully written! I can see that scene playing out just like that, all the way down to the hug. Beautiful!

[Merilsell]

Schratty wrote...

Merilsell: Your story makes me think of this dog:



Even if he pees on your carpet, you just can't stay mad at him ;P

I know right? It is maddening for my Dalish but part of her loves it as well.

@Meri - You know I love Lenya since I'm partial to DE's and this story was perfect. I Just got through that scene yesterday in my latest playthrough so this was doubly enjoyable.

Aww, thanks. I know what you mean, too few Mahariel/Alistair love here, so I thought I contribute to that. Also it is a good opportunity to let my Dalish Cookie have fun in the OEAH-sandbox without strings attached.

@Niire - Aww, that was beautiful! Great piece.

@Sabreene - Very touching and as always very good written.  <3

@Giggles: I told you so and see? Bob-FF's are awesome. Keep it up.

@Schratty and Tori: Talented artists are talented. I really like each of your different styles

[Tigress M]

I wish there was an option in the dialog to tell Alistair that you sacrificed Isolde because she's a b*tch who made his life miserable. That's why I do it; I can't stand to let her live after all she did to Alistair, not to mention her complete bungling of dealing with Connor's magic.

[Sarah1281]

Tigress M wrote...

I wish there was an option in the dialog to tell Alistair that you sacrificed Isolde because she's a b*tch who made his life miserable. That's why I do it; I can't stand to let her live after all she did to Alistair, not to mention her complete bungling of dealing with Connor's magic.

It's probably for the best. He'd likely be horrified at the thought that you killed the Arl's wife because of him and then procede to hold himself eternally responsible.

[inclemency]

Fantastic way to start the day, with more prompt responses!


Merilsell - Great take on one of the most awkwardly treated places in the game, really liked it, love your girl

Giggles - Omg, Bob is going to kill us by laughter one of these days!

Niire - That was a wonderful scene that rang true, great job

Sabreene - Thanks for that slice of grief and pain, then utter relief...wonderful writing

Shratty - still giggling at your last drawing!

Sarah - let me say again what an inspired prompt you gave!


I've had so much fun reading, and looking at the drawings and pictures these past two days, what  a great crew we have here!

Modifié par inclemency, 14 novembre 2010 - 03:54 .

[Tigress M]

Sarah1281 wrote...

Tigress M wrote...

I wish there was an option in the dialog to tell Alistair that you sacrificed Isolde because she's a b*tch who made his life miserable. That's why I do it; I can't stand to let her live after all she did to Alistair, not to mention her complete bungling of dealing with Connor's magic.

It's probably for the best. He'd likely be horrified at the thought that you killed the Arl's wife because of him and then procede to hold himself eternally responsible.

LOL!  Oh, I know... it wouldn't go over well with him, but dagnabit!  My Warden's get tired of being yelled at by the very man they did it for and would love to be able to tell him so.  

[Yankee23]

ok go wrote...

alistair thread

do you think it is possible drunk alistair went with isabela?

it says he hired a rivaini ship.

I really hope not.
 
Although on the chance that it may upset some fan girls I wouldn't put it past Gaider's evil mind, lol. Just like I wouldn't be surprised to hear, in a solo king or married to Anora ending, about the happy king of Fereldan and his brood of heirs.

[Sarah1281]

Or if Alistair/Anora is the only way to produce an heir for the kingdom and they have five beautiful children together while everyone else gets a nasty civil war.

[Reika]

If I could remember the phrase that was used at one point (I think it was Gaider) was that there weren't going to be any heirs no matter which combo you chose.

[tuppence95]

 What a wonderful way to start a Sunday morning!  Sarah, this was a great start to the Alistair prompts!  There's been such a range of responses from funny to tearful.  You are all so talented!   

[Merilsell]

Yeah, I hate how the scene is playing out in the game, hence this little piece. The original/canon part for OEAH will be different, however.

Heh, completely unrelated to the prompt, but since I have played the crap darkspawn chronicles is, this idea didn't want to vanish out of my head.

So I'm currently writing a mock/parody piece to it, heh. Will post it later here.

[Addai]

Tigress M wrote...

I wish there was an option in the dialog to tell Alistair that you sacrificed Isolde because she's a b*tch who made his life miserable. That's why I do it; I can't stand to let her live after all she did to Alistair, not to mention her complete bungling of dealing with Connor's magic.

Wow, that's really harsh.    I sacrifice Isolde sometimes, too, but always see it as horrible necessity (my character unwilling to put Redcliffe at risk another night).  In the end she was only trying to keep from losing her child to an oppressive prison life.  Selfish b*tch yes, but I would never say she deserves to die.  She's no worse a person than the mage's collective people you meet who just want to live their own lives without Chantry interference, except that her family is also caught in the country's politics.  And yes, she was horrible to Alistair, no argument there.

[Addai]

Maria13 wrote...

ok go wrote...

alistair thread

do you think it is possible drunk alistair went with isabela?

it says he hired a rivaini ship.

Is that in the end slides? I've never done a drunk Alistair ending so I don't know. I do think this is a possibility, though as they can meet in the game and if he takes part in the threesome she asks to "borrow" him.  Perhaps he allows himself to be "borrowed" in order to secure passage?  Naughty boy...

Well, even though I don't like Isabela much, I would feel better if this actually were the case.  At least he'd be with someone who knows him a little.  In fact, if we find out that Isabela rescued Alistair, I'll have to start liking her!

[Addai]

Lady Jess wrote...

Sarah1281 wrote...

Lady Jess wrote...

Odd fact...Oghren dispproves -10 and wynne only -5 for killing Connor. Alistair has no opinion AT the castle...

Well, I guess they didn't want to hit you with double the disapproval and they thought it would be weirder if you got disapproval right when it happened and not after he yells at you about it.

I only got -5 for Alistair as well. Oghren disapproved the worst.

I swear I'm in a parallel universe this game...

I think it would make sense that Wynne would understand the necessity of killing an abomination, even if it's a child.  She deals with it every day and knows the dangers.  I'm actually surprised Oghren disapproves so much.  Old softie.

[Reika]

Addai67 wrote...

Wow, that's really harsh.    I sacrifice Isolde sometimes, too, but always see it as horrible necessity (my character unwilling to put Redcliffe at risk another night).  In the end she was only trying to keep from losing her child to an oppressive prison life.  Selfish b*tch yes, but I would never say she deserves to die.  She's no worse a person than the mage's collective people you meet who just want to live their own lives without Chantry interference, except that her family is also caught in the country's politics.  And yes, she was horrible to Alistair, no argument there.

Now granted, I haven't sacrificed Isolde yet, there's another big difference between her and the mages' collective. Near as I can tell, they don't let people become abominations that then terrify, imprison people (which is what happened to the village), slaughter them, then use their bodies for more demons, before repeating it all over again.

Judging by their requests, they take care of problem mages like that before they cause trouble.

[Yankee23]

Reika wrote...

If I could remember the phrase that was used at one point (I think it was Gaider) was that there weren't going to be any heirs no matter which combo you chose.

I don't remember hearing that but that fits right in with my thoughts on the situation. The epliogue tells you straight out that solo Anora never remarries, so no heir there and there's no guarantee either with Anora or a wife to be named later. So I never really fretted about the heir issue.

[Yankee23]

Addai67 wrote...

Maria13 wrote...

ok go wrote...

alistair thread

do you think it is possible drunk alistair went with isabela?

it says he hired a rivaini ship.

Is that in the end slides? I've never done a drunk Alistair ending so I don't know. I do think this is a possibility, though as they can meet in the game and if he takes part in the threesome she asks to "borrow" him.  Perhaps he allows himself to be "borrowed" in order to secure passage?  Naughty boy...

Well, even though I don't like Isabela much, I would feel better if this actually were the case.  At least he'd be with someone who knows him a little.  In fact, if we find out that Isabela rescued Alistair, I'll have to start liking her!

Idk, imo, it would depend on the situation they presented. As it is, with my opinion of Isabela influencing my imagination, I see Alistair being/allowing himself to be used (physically) in order to get away. Imo, that would cause him to lose more self respect and would contribute to his downward spiral.

[Skyl4rk]

More creative outburst gives me the happies  I'll be writing a proper review once I get back from running some errands.  In the mean time, excellent entries guys!

[Lady Jess]

Addai67 wrote...

Lady Jess wrote...

Sarah1281 wrote...

Lady Jess wrote...

Odd fact...Oghren dispproves -10 and wynne only -5 for killing Connor. Alistair has no opinion AT the castle...

Well, I guess they didn't want to hit you with double the disapproval and they thought it would be weirder if you got disapproval right when it happened and not after he yells at you about it.

I only got -5 for Alistair as well. Oghren disapproved the worst.

I swear I'm in a parallel universe this game...

I think it would make sense that Wynne would understand the necessity of killing an abomination, even if it's a child.  She deals with it every day and knows the dangers.  I'm actually surprised Oghren disapproves so much.  Old softie.

But she wasn't even there...lol It was Zev, Shayle, and Alistair.

Ah well, I just found it funny that Oghren disapproved more than miss prissy pants. Why by the way not an hour later griped about Tryna n Zev...hag.

[Merilsell]

Okay, here more of the daily insanities, Lenya has to deal with. Or rather said Alistair has a really baaaaad dream. Unrelated to the prompt and written for the lulz because DSC is nothing more as well. It helps to know the Character- Codex entries for the full lulz but is not mandatory.

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Denerim was burning.

The relentless, blazing heat of the flames swallowed everything they touched, threading their way upon the dusty ground up to the buildings, devouring them. The sky was tainted blood-red and clouded by the stinging smoke of the fire and burning flesh. Men and women were screaming alike, running away in panic but there was no escape of the dreaded, impending dead looming over them. They should have been evacuated, long gone before the attack started. But the message didn't reach the capitol in time and now it was too late. One by one got slaughtered by the darkspawn, bashed away like little puppets by the mighty ogre wading through the streets, roaring and conquering.

One of them was a not-so young, sour-milk smelling washerwoman, who tried to escape of the creature's grasp and hysterically screamed “Alistair, Alistair, HELP!” even shortly before the ogre smashed her like an old cabbage.

The hurlock vanguard marched in front of its group, seemingly pleased of all the mindless destruction and killing its troop has caused and with a terrifying grunt incited them for more, storming upfront itself. Their sanguinary trace of blood through the streets had a chant of its own, humming killkillkill with every merciless step they made further into the heart of the city.

Amidst all the chaos stood one man dressed in Templar armor, momentarily constipated by all the death surrounding him, stirring. No, he shook his head. He couldn't get moved by this, wasn't allowed to, not when he had only one goal.

Stopping the blight.

It was his duty as Ferelden's last Grey Warden, his destination.

A crying roar filled the entire air and an immense shadow darkened the red horizon even more. His head drove up to the sky, locating the sound of the flapping wings, as he saw the archdemon flying into the direction of Fort Drakon. This would be his objective, the ultimate one. He must reach the top of that building, no matter the cost. He had come so far, he couldn't fail now, not after he managed to gather such a strong troop to defend his nation. Determination was etched into his expression as he ran across the battlefield to the gates of Fort Drakon, killing everything in his way. He was about to storm through the doors of it, as an unexpected but warm voice made him stop on his heels.

“Warden-king Alistair!” He turned around to see the blood-stained but lovely frame of Leliana before him. For a brink of a moment his stern expression softened as he gazed at her in her Chantry robe. She has always looked so endearing in it, that he never had bothered to buy her other clothes...or armor. It would have been a waste. “I hope you know what you are doing...” Leliana lowered her gaze,” ...and that your plan will work.”

The Warden-commander looked at her, eyes sparking confidence. “It will work. The golem's and werwolves are strong allies. I haven't slaughtered an entire Dalish clan for nothing. We do what we have to do, and everyone is standing up and fights for Ferelden. Even Arl Howe is defending his city now. A good, honest man.”

“But...but – ” Leliana stammered, concern grazing her features.

He interrupted her, voice soft. “You worry too much. It will be glorious.” To emphasize his last words, he shook his head. “Also I have Barkspawn and Morrigan coming with me. So trust me, we can't lose.”

Behind Leliana, the wickedly snickering witch suddenly made her appearance. “Oh, 'tis going to be amusing; funny even.” Morrigan tried to suppress another fit of laughter ripping through her, but failed as her eyes catch the odd couple in front of her. Hilarious.

While ignoring Morrigan's insane, now unconstrained giggling in the background, he stepped forward to the bard, embracing her. “Take care,” he whispered and kissed he –

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“AAAARGH!”

A brief but loud scream hollered through Arl Eamon's estate, tearing the stillness of the night apart for a moment. Alistair jolted upright in his bed, his breath ragged and blinked, profoundly confused. He struggled to focus his eyes in the darkness of this room, his mind racing with the difficulty to distinguish of dream and reality. One sweated palm was rubbing his face in the need to get rid of those previous, disturbing pictures, but didn't succeed completely. It has been a dream, right? He was still utterly bewildered.

He being the last Warden? Leader? Even Warden-king? Andraste's ass...

Last Warden...

These two words haunted Alistair, somehow didn't let him out of its grasp. The unoccupied hand checked the other side of the bed, and found it empty where she should lie by now. Where she had been before. He felt like an utter delirious and complete fool for letting a dream get so under his skin, but it felt so...so bizarrely real. Alistair took a deep breath, trying to regather his thoughts. It was senseless. He needed to find her now, seeing that everything was okay. Clinging to that thought, the young man crawled out of the bed and stumbled towards the door in total darkness.

Alistair opened the door a crack, peeked out of it and found the long hall of the estate empty. With more courage now, he stepped outside his room, completely disregarding the improper clothing in form of only his underwear. The Warden saw a sheen of light illuminating the floor afar and distantly could hear a female voice whispering, but couldn't make out to whom it belonged. Like a moth to the flame he was lured to the trace of light, in the hope to find her there. The voice intensified in volume, was more like a laughing as he came closer.

“I suppose, I should go back.” Alistair's heart skipped a beat by recognizing the voice. “Good night, Leliana.”

It was her, his fellow Warden. His love. Alistair accelerated his pace as her small, lithe frame appeared in his sight for a moment, before it was melting within the darkness again.

“Good night, Lenya,” Leliana called after her, and the bard's voice let him froze for a second, the pictures of the dream all still too apparent. Ugh. He liked Leliana, but not and never in this kind of way.

Grotesque, bad dre--

“Ouch.” Lenya bumped into something, she knew hasn't been there on her way before. Although it wasn't a wall or object... rather a person -- how her mind quickly affirmed – a very familiar person. She would recognize his form, the curve of his muscles even in the bleakest night. “Alist--“ the elf's voice was cut off by his sudden, tight embrace.

Before he could fathom what he was doing, Alistair held her in his arms. He pressed her against his chest in the need of feeling her presence, buried his face in the crook of her neck and sighed in relief at the familiar scent of her hair and skin. Stupid, stupid idiot he was to let a dream unsettling him so. Lenya needed a moment to shook off the utter surprise of his assault, and eventually relaxed in these well-known arms. After a short while of total tranquility with neither of them even moving, she couldn't suppress the chuckle anymore that urged to come up her throat. “Missed me soo much, I take it?”

Alistair released her out of his embrace a bit and stepped back, his fingers still grasping the backside of the light tunic, she was wearing. “I...uh...sorry. Didn't want to scare you.”

Her green eyes gleamed faintly in the sheen of light behind them, amused. “I don't mind if you scare me like that. Bad dreams, huh?”

He was too distracted of her hands which were affectionately brushing over his bare back to form an actual sentence, so he simply nodded.

“Darkspawn?”

Now it was Alistair's turn to chuckle. “I fear, it was worse. I was leading.”

“Well,” Lenya smirked as she looked down at him, “ that would explain the no pants part at least. Not that I would mind, either.”

“That? Oh. I knew I have forgotten something as I stumbled out of my room.” Maker blesses the darkness for covering up his blush.

“So a dream where you was leading? Care to fill me in? Sounds like an interesting bed-night-story.” She took his hand and dragged him toward the door of their room.

“More a bizarre one, really. I was the last Warden, leading an army of werwolves and golems to the siege against the archdemon in Denerim. And Morrigan was constantly giggling. I can't even say which part was more disturbing.”

Lenya fell silent for a moment as she processed his words. “Morrigan... giggling? Golem's? Last Warden? Oh, wooow...err... interesting. …Wait... did you say werwolves? Your dream version sided with the werwolves? Against my people? Creators, where did you hit your head?” Still shaking her head in a mixture of disbelief and amusement, the Dalish woman went to light a candle and shut the door behind them.

Alistair sighed.“I wish I knew. It was like watching a grotesque version of myself.” He lowered his voice to a deep tone. “Bizarro- Alistair, that's me. King of the Warden.” He walked over to her and pulled her back into his arms. “And when I woke up – more than mildly confused – you weren't there...” He gently traced the line of her jaw down with kisses, eliciting a single content, trembling sigh from her lips.

“Because I couldn't sleep, sorry.” She looked up to him.”All this landsmeet stuff is killing me. I will never get the shemlen politics. It's really annoying,” Lenya groaned.“ I didn't want to disturb your sleep when I got up, so silently sneaked out of our room. While ambling over the floor, I met Leliana and got caught up by her in a long, fervid talk about nobles and dresses. And I thought Eamon's politic lessons were excruciating...”

He unintentionally stiffened at the mentioning of the bard's name. “I see. Wished you were here, then. It was a really confusing dream. The last Warden...as if you have never existed,” Alistair swallowed,”...alone the thought...”

“Hmm,” Lenya hummed, distracted by his warmth surrounding her. “I suppose if Duncan hadn't found me in time, this would have happened. I would have succumbed to the taint like...” she faltered for a moment,”...Tamlen.”

“Now that is a reassuring thought,” he muttered under his breath, instinctively pressing her even closer to his chest.

“But I'm here.” The Dalish stretched herself to catch his lips, her fingers caressing the lines of his jaw in a comforting gesture, while kissing him. “It was just a dream, emma lath.” She murmured a bit breathless after pulling away again, then added smirking. “The king part, however, is not.”

Alistair groaned and rolled his eyes so hard, that he was afraid they would get stuck in his skull.“Oh, Maker, thank you for reminding me on that, love.”

Lenya grasped his hand to lead him back to their bed and smiled. “Don't worry, we'll work that out, too. You are not alone.”

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I'm in a fluffy mood these days, it seems.

[Reika]

That's cute, Meril.

[inclemency]

Lol, that was great, Merilsell... was getting a bit horrified there, until he woke up. Glad you posted it!

[Sarah1281]

@Meri: That was absolutely hysterical!

[Merilsell]

Heh, thanks. Glad you liked it. Guess playing the craptastic DLC was good for my creativity at least. xD